Sunday, 6 June 2010

Butterfly (#fridayflash)

Last night I dreamed I was a butterfly. I danced awkward on the breeze to a distant, fragile music, as delicate as my wings. I chased it, knowing it to be my destiny, knowing it could never be caught. When I awoke, I held the dream in my mind, but I could not recall the music. I only knew it had been sung by the voice that sings all things into being.

8 comments:

I love butterflies, not just the array of their stunning visual beauty, but their life cycle - I always find it hard to reconcile that the grub will blossom into a beautiful winged creature - they always seem like two different species to me.

You capture their fragile ethereal dreaminess on the wing beautifully here